Po’ Poe

I STINK OF ROSES.

This was a lovely Yule gift from my youngest sister–an Edgar Allan Poe air freshener, which I decided must immediately be placed upon the tree. From then until we took down the Yule decorations, disturbing wafts of rose scent drifted through the living room.

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